After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: I want to run away. Shen Qingyu thought miserably.……

The meal was heart-pounding, and Shen Qingyu instantly lost his appetite. After eating, Shen Qingyu wanted to go home, but unexpectedly, Song Yu invited him to take a walk in the complex.

Lu Xiao immediately became vigilant: “Fine, let’s all take a walk. I’m not in a hurry to leave anyway.”

Shen Qingyu hesitated, his gaze shifting between the two of them: “How about… the two of you walk, and I go home first?”

Song Yu: “…”

Lu Xiao: “…”

Song Yu’s lips were pressed into a straight line, and Lu Xiao’s eyes instantly turned cold. The air seemed to solidify.

Seeing their unhappy expressions, Shen Qingyu let out an awkward, foolish laugh: “I was just joking, don’t take it seriously.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, sandwiched between Lu Xiao and Song Yu. If he slowed down even slightly, he would receive their burning gazes. What was supposed to be a leisurely walk was forcefully turned into a race walk by their competitive, masculine urge. Shen Qingyu suffered the most, being shorter than them and having less stamina. After just one lap, he was completely breathless.

Finally, spotting his own building in the distance, Shen Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, “I can’t do this anymore. I need to go home and rest. I’m so tired…”

Lu Xiao frowned: “Your stamina is too poor.”

“My stamina is normal. You think everyone is like you guys?” Shen Qingyu shot him an annoyed glance.

“If you’re tired, go back and take a hot bath to rest well,” Song Yu quietly looked into his eyes, then suddenly lifted his arm as if to touch him.

Before Shen Qingyu could react, Lu Xiao intercepted Song Yu’s hand, blocking him. His tone was terrible: “What are you doing? No touching!” He sounded like a petty police officer enforcing the rules.

Song Yu completely ignored him. He switched to his other hand and gently pressed down a small tuft of hair sticking up on Shen Qingyu’s head: “Go back now.”

The ignored Lu Xiao was furious. Shen Qingyu noticed the vein throbbing on his forehead, looking utterly provoked.

“Then I’ll head up. You two should rest well too,” Shen Qingyu paused, looking at Lu Xiao. His house wasn’t close, and the trip was quite tiresome. “Be careful on your drive home. Drive slowly.”

He truly knew how to handle Lu Xiao. A simple sentence of concern extinguished all his anger. Lu Xiao’s lips instantly curled up in a smile. Like a child who’d received candy, he glanced smugly at Song Yu, as if showing off this exclusive care: “Then I’m going. Remember to miss me.”

Shen Qingyu didn’t reply, knowing Lu Xiao didn’t need his response.

After eating, laziness set in. Shen Qingyu lay on the sofa for a long time before dragging himself to the bathroom to take a shower. Just then, Cheng Che called. He simply dried his hands and answered the phone while soaking in the tub.

Seeing Shen Qingyu’s fair, smooth shoulder and his eyes red from the steam, Cheng Che’s intended words got stuck in his throat. His cheeks flushed, and he stammered:

“You… you’re taking a shower.”

“I’m taking a bath. It’s so comfortable,” Shen Qingyu squinted his eyes, his voice lazy, looking like a kitten. “Did you finish eating?”

“Mm, my dad cooked today.”

Cheng Che’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. For a moment, he didn’t know where to look. There wasn’t a single part of Shen Qingyu that wasn’t attractive. Even though they had shared so many intimate moments, Cheng Che was still somewhat defenseless against him.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow?”

“Sure. Yang Yu’s birthday is coming up soon. I need to pick out a gift for him. You can help me decide.”

Cheng Che regulated his breathing and proactively brought up a small incident that had happened recently: “My mom came into my room and saw condoms.”

The heat enveloped Shen Qingyu. He was momentarily stunned for a couple of seconds. Once he realized what Cheng Che had said, his eyes widened in panic, and he urgently asked: “She found out?”

Cheng Che shook his head reassuringly: “She didn’t know it was you. She just thought I… um… had done that with a girlfriend and told me to be responsible for her, and definitely use protection and stuff.”

Shen Qingyu sighed in relief, his rapidly accelerating heartbeat gradually returning to normal. “That’s good…”

Cheng Che looked at him, his tone serious: “Xiao Yu, how about I just come out?”

“Don’t!” Shen Qingyu felt a buzzing in his head. “Don’t say that.” He couldn’t imagine how Auntie Cheng would feel if she knew that Cheng Che’s partner was a man, and that man was him, whom she treated like a godson.

Shen Qingyu admitted he was a coward. He didn’t want to face any of this.

“The way things are now is fine, really.” Afraid Cheng Che wouldn’t believe him, Shen Qingyu continued to explain his thoughts: “Not everyone can accept that their child is gay. Just like I haven’t told my aunt yet, even though she’s my only family. And if you suddenly tell her, she definitely won’t be able to handle it. The shock is too great.”

Cheng Che lowered his head slightly and quietly “Mm-hmm’d.” He knew Shen Qingyu was right, but he still felt a flicker of annoyance. The feeling was just too stifling. He had only fallen in love with someone; was that wrong?

“…Okay, you have a point,” Cheng Che looked up again. “Let’s wait a little longer.” As for when or how long they would wait, that remained unknown.

“Yesterday, my mom even asked when I was going to bring my girlfriend home for her to meet,” Cheng Che said with a wry smile.

Shen Qingyu’s heart instantly constricted, and he nervously asked: “What did you tell her?”

“I hedged a bit, just said I would when she had time.”

The water in the bathtub gradually cooled. Shen Qingyu said with a complicated expression: “I’ll think about it some more.”

“Okay, it’s alright, I’ll wait for you,” Cheng Che said gently. “Don’t soak for too long. The water cools quickly, remember to add hot water.”

Shen Qingyu was no longer in the mood for a bath. “I’m done washing. I’m hanging up now, I’ll call you back later.” With that, he picked up his phone and stood up from the tub. His smooth, pale chest instantly appeared on the screen. Cheng Che stared without blinking, giving a stunned “Mm-hmm.”

The call quickly ended. Shen Qingyu wrapped himself in a towel, looking at himself in the mirror, his mood exceptionally heavy.

…

The next day, Shen Qingyu and Cheng Che met at one of Wencheng’s largest and most bustling shopping malls.

Shen Qingyu headed straight for a blind box store, carefully selecting from the newly released models for a long time. “What do you think about giving him blind boxes? He really likes this brand… Or maybe cologne, but I’m not sure about the style he likes. I’m afraid he won’t like the scent I pick.”

Cheng Che nodded and thought seriously: “Either of those would work. Are you planning to buy him the whole set?”

Instead of buying the entire set, Yang Yu actually preferred the thrill of selecting and drawing the styles he liked. “I’ll pick three of each design, making nine in total. That’s essentially a whole set.”

Cheng Che chuckled: “That’s a good idea. Let’s go with that.”

Having decided on the gift, Shen Qingyu didn’t procrastinate. He wasn’t good at shaking boxes or weighing them, so he resorted to the most primitive method of selection: relying on his sixth sense.

However, Shen Qingyu was quite confident in his luck, and since he didn’t know which styles Yang Yu preferred anyway, he decisively grabbed a few and went to the checkout.

Cheng Che naturally carried the bag for him, while his other hand tightly held Shen Qingyu’s. “Hold on tight.”

Shen Qingyu squinted, smiling brightly: “I’m holding on very tight.”

They were heading to the top floor for lunch. As they passed a jewelry store, they suddenly saw a familiar figure. Just as Shen Qingyu wondered if he was mistaken, a voice came from nearby:

“Hey, isn’t that your son? He looks familiar.”

Cheng Che’s mother was selecting necklace and bracelet styles that young girls would like. Hearing this, she immediately looked up. With just a fleeting glimpse of his back, she determined it was definitely Cheng Che. She put down the necklace in her hand, gave the sales assistant an apologetic smile, and stepped out of the store, only then noticing that the person standing next to him was Shen Qingyu.

Didn’t Cheng Che say he was on a date with his partner today?

Full of confusion, Cheng Che’s mother called out his name. In that moment, she clearly saw Cheng Che and Shen Qingyu holding hands. The sight was like a sharp blade, stabbing directly into her eyes.

“Cheng Che! Xiao Yu!”

With a loud boom, a dazzling flash of lightning seemed to strike Shen Qingyu’s vision. His body stiffened. He didn’t dare turn around, hoping the shout was just his imagination.

Cheng Che was momentarily lost too, but he was calmer than Shen Qingyu. The moment he turned and saw his mother, he knew he had to come out.

This was probably better. At least it was better than hiding it forever.

But Shen Qingyu couldn’t accept the reality that easily. His first reaction was to pull his hand away from Cheng Che, but the grip tightened. His eyes turning red, he looked at Cheng Che, trying to convey through his gaze that he should let go. But Cheng Che just quietly looked at his mother and called out: “Mom.”

Cheng Che’s mother’s friend followed, saw the sight of Cheng Che holding hands with a pretty boy, and froze in shock, unable to say a word for a while.

“Auntie,” Cheng Che greeted his mother’s friend politely.

“What is this…” Cheng Che’s mother’s voice trembled. Hearing it, Shen Qingyu only felt a wave of helplessness.

I want to run away. Shen Qingyu thought miserably.

“I won’t… interrupt your chat with your son,” the friend quickly left, sensing the situation was wrong, leaving the three of them staring at each other.

Shen Qingyu’s palm was covered in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to Cheng Che’s hand. He gently rubbed his thumb across it. “Mom, I’m sorry. I lied to you before.”

Cheng Che’s mother’s face was deathly pale. As if she knew what Cheng Che was about to say next, she interrupted anxiously: “Let’s talk about this when we get home.” Then she glanced at Shen Qingyu, her expression complicated. “Xiao Yu, you come too.”

Auntie Cheng’s gentle voice made him feel even more embarrassed and ashamed. He just wanted to escape. He didn’t want to see Auntie Cheng’s profound disappointment and sadness.

Cheng Che probably guessed what he was thinking, sighed, and said: “Mom, I’ll go back with you. Xiao Yu is feeling a little unwell right now. Let him go home and rest for a bit.”

Auntie Cheng hesitated and gave a weak “Mm-hmm.” “Then rest well, Xiao Yu.”

“Okay… goodbye, Auntie.” He finally succeeded in pulling his hand free from Cheng Che’s grip. The relief made him momentarily feel as if he had been forgiven. Before leaving, he turned back to look at Cheng Che, pursed his lips, and waved.

For some reason, when Cheng Che saw that expression, his heart sank, and he had a vague, uneasy premonition.